Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Edelweiss

This is an Austria x Reader fluff fic from hell. Enjoy you lovely heathens
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Roderich looked along the lineup of musicians who would be auditioning to be his duet partner for the Festival's musical entertainment. He usually performed solo but his boss was tired of hearing his music be sweeter and sadder with every day so his boss gathered 66 females with musical ability for Roderich to pick out his partner. He was hoping that Elizaveta was amongst them. He had all of the ladies sing. He was pretty sure that no one could sing as sweetly as his Hungarian angel, he was correct. About halfway through the hellish display of the century a (tall/petite) (h/c) girl stood before him with a guitar.

"Singing only." The Austrian male droned praying for God to smite his boss.

"Mr. Edelstein, my ability lies elsewhere, but if you require me to sing then I need my trusty side-kick to perform the only song that I can sing." Her voice drifted to his ears, 'She sounds like she sings professionally.'  The male thought before motioning her to continue. She began playing an all too familiar piece. 'Edelweiss.' Roderich had to stop himself from humming along. When she started singing he listened intently, trying to find her failures in her delivery. He found none. As soon as she was finished he sent everyone else home.

"Do you know why I wrote that particular piece?" Roderich watched as the female fiddled with the Hem of her blouse.

"Not in the slightest." Came her reply.

"I wrote is as a love letter to my music instructor's daughter. Elizaveta wrote the lyrics and I wrote the music. Then one day she just vanished, my music instructor was in an angry fit. I thought that she had left me, Elizaveta saw that as her opportunity to take my heart in a vice grip and here we are now. What do you have to say?" The Austrian male did not take his eyes off of the girl before him.

~flashback~

(Y/n) had just gotten a new pure white dress and she wanted to show her father, her little 7 year old legs quickly finding him with ease in the unfamiliar place.

"Papa, mommy finished my dress, would it be alright to wear for the recital?" Her small voice reached the ears of the lean man and his student.

"Snowdrop, you look almost as beautiful as the edelweiss in the meadow by our house. Now pardon me dear but I need to help Mr. Edelstein here real quick and I'll be with you to get you started on practicing your piece alright?" His smooth voice dismissed the girl before he started pointing to the trouble spots that Roderich had with his piece and giving pointers to the youth, who was looking to the most ethereal sight that he has ever seen. The girl took to dancing to the music that she herself hummed, Beathoven's Moonlight Sonata. He watched until a hand waved before his face.

"Sorry sir, what is it you said?" Roderich reddened slightly in embarrassment.

"Run through the piece like you are performing it for her and let's see if I'm right." The elder gentleman sighed and nudged the boy softly. "Snowdrop listen to this and see if you hear what I hear."

"Yes papa." (Y/n) made her way beside her father and waited. The boy started playing the piece he wrote himself. He prayed that the story would get through to her.

"It sounds a bit rushed, but the story was told well." The girl remarked as soon as it was finished.

"Excuse you, he was perfect." A 7 year old Elizaveta appeared holding a frying pan in a threatening manner.

~end flashback~

"This is the one song my father punished me for singing, saying it's not mine to sing. After that I refused to go back to his work, even when my mother needed me to I said that I'd be fine and waved her along. I taught myself how to play it after I heard it at my father's place of work. I'm sorry for taking up your valuable practice time. I'll be leaving then." She made a move to leave after her little monologue,but was stopped by a hand placed on her shoulder.

"Was your​ father a music instructor? What is your family name?" The male prodded.

"Yes. (Y/l/n). Why does that matter I'm pretty sure that I am not what you are looking for." Her (e/c) orbs finally met his.

"I wrote the song for you, (y/n)." He began humming it after placing the guitar on his near by piano. He gently grabbed her waist, beginning to sway with the beat. "I found you, Edelweiss."